Can he read minds? Does he know what I am thinking about? With these thoughts, Laurel turned to the window. She was almost at her apartment. They obviously knew more than they were letting on.

She watched as Cecil expertly swerved to the right, entering the compound. Laurel was eager to get down. It's been 3 days but she truly missed her apartment. The dull paintings and tidiness of Boss Lucas's apartment was driving her crazy. She wanted nothing more than to take one last look at her ...